"Enough, everyone. Do not waste any more time."
Yuan Rong flew forward and interrupted their conversation.
"We are trapped here, yet the flood dragon clan remains motionless. They must be preparing some contingency, likely intending to catch us all in one net. We should break the formation as soon as possible."
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, do you have any means of breaking the formation?" Feng Zhongli asked.
Yuan Rong said, "I know a little about formations, but I cannot see through the reality of this one. Is any fellow Daoist proficient in formations?"
The remaining four exchanged glances, but none spoke.
Seeing this, Yuan Rong continued.
"Since that is the case, the five of us can only use our strongest methods and try to break the formation by force."
The five immediately began to act.
Yuan Rong still activated his sword formation.
Feng Zhongli summoned the phantom of a giant ape.
Ji Yue called forth her natal magic treasure—the short halberd capable of unleashing golden lightning.
Song Wen exerted himself fully to cast Void-Shattering Divine Thunder.
As for Xuan Li, she summoned that crescent-shaped magic treasure. Years ago, to let Song Wen witness spatial rifts and the void, she had used this treasure to forcibly tear open a somewhat unstable spatial rift.
In an instant, five attacks bearing the force of collapsing mountains and raging seas struck the formation barrier.
The barrier immediately swayed violently. The mysterious characters that had flowed endlessly across it, gleaming with radiance, went dark and crumbled in patches like guttering candles in a gale.
Where the five attacks struck, the barrier bulged outward and twisted, as though it could no longer bear the burden and would be pierced through completely the next instant.
"This formation barrier is nearing the limit of what it can withstand.